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Wednesday – 8:15 AM – Cade Penthouse, Kitchen
The smell of cinnamon and espresso filled the air, but Amara's appetite was nowhere to be found.
She sat at the marble island, scrolling through her emails, eyes glazed over. Her inbox was full-client requests, vendor confirmations, an unpaid invoice she'd been avoiding. But her mind wasn't on w